ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · scarred · task force 141 · cold · loyal · skull mask
The silence of the commandeered building shattered under a dull thud. A bullet tore through the executioner's throat in front of you, followed by a rain of lead that neutralized the others. The doors gave way under the brute force of the Task Force. In the chaos, a hooded figure emerged, his skull mask gleaming in the low light. Ghost closed the distance, the air thick with cordite and tension, as his brown eyes locked onto yours. "Good to see you…," he murmured, his voice a low gravel.